Clean slate
We woke up to new snow, soft and white and fluffy. By ten a.m. I’d shoveled the front walk twice. Ordinarily that’s a Small Boy job, but he spent last night at The Farm where waking up to fresh snow is a new kind of paradise. I wish I’d been able to see his face when he woke up and looked out the window. In the afternoon I bundled up the Boychen, loaded him in our sled, and dragged him around the neighborhood. The sidewalks on the sidestreets hadn’t been cleared yet and the snow had been packed down by foot-traffic so they were perfect for the Davoser sled. Boychen was so bundled up he couldn’t move; he sat propped like a bag of flour in his little seat we’ve got attached to the sled. I couldn’t tell if he was having fun or not – he’s usually so expressive – and after awhile went back to the apartment. When I started to take Boychen out of the sled he began to cry and wave his padded little mittened hands at the sled, so I belted him back in and dragged him around some more. We just walked around the neighborhood; we didn’t go to any sledding hills or do any fancy tricks. I just walked around dragging my little guy behind me. I had so much fun. We just walked around the neighborhood and it was so much fun. I should remember more often how easy it can be to have so much fun.
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That sounds utterly enchanting. I want to live in a town where it’s easiest to get around on a sled. Or skis. Or ice-skates.
Trish – it’s only charming for the first day. Then it turns into slush and gets your shoes and the bottom of your pants all wet. But yes, yesterday was lovely.